Riley sat on the island watching them again. Although this time she was slurping down a bowl of spaghetti for dinner. She was starving this evening for some reason that Malcolm explained with science. She frowned as her bowl was empty again. The blonde gentleman at the stove chuckled. "Either Malcolm is right or you're going through a growth spurt."

"Her body is craving energy after the episode earlier. If she is truly got a legacy past the cure then the possibilities are endless." Malcolm excitedly explained.

"Or she's a teenager who's just hungry." Taylor chuckled.

The man took her empty bowl and spooned more spaghetti onto it from the pot on the stove. He handed it back to her with a friendly smile.

"Thanks, John." Riley thanked before digging into her third bowl.

"Is the garlic bread ready yet?" Malcolm questioned.

"When the timer goes off it will be." John chuckled.

"So the voice in my head earlier," Riley started.

"Was me giving you advice on the current situation." John nodded. Riley shrugged and shoveled another fork full of spaghetti in her mouth.

"So she now has a legacy?" Lexa questioned.

"Has too, nothing else could explain what happened in the gym." Malcolm huffed.

"But the cure is permanent. She shouldn't be able to have a legacy." Taylor argued.

"But humans are fallible and this is a human-made cure. Maybe Riley's biology has found a way to undo it and this is the first crack." Malcolm pointed out.

"You said that Riley had a legacy still waiting to come out and if it did who knows what it could do?" Lexa inquired, eyebrow raised at her insane friend.

"Wait you knew this could happen and you didn't tell me?" Nine demanded.

"I was under orders to not tell you a word or I'd find photos from that one spring break plastered across the academy." Malcolm hung his head in shame.

"Spring break?" Taylor inquired with a grin.

"What are they of you drunk and naked doing some scandalous task?" Riley smirked.

"Well if it's the photo I'm thinking you got at least two outta three." John quipped.

"How do you know?" Malcolm exclaimed.

"Remember I'm best friends with your son. He tells me things." John casually shrugged.

"How'd he find out?" Malcolm demanded.

"Where do you think Gia got her tech skills from? It wasn't me." Lexa chuckled.

Malcolm buried his burning face in his wrinkly hands.

"Okay back to the topic at hand. Malcolm's already embarrassed enough." Taylor clapped her hands to get their attention.

"Could she even repeat it? Maybe it was just a residual fluke?" Taylor shrugged.

"It's been a little over a month since she got the cure, I highly doubt that was a residual fluke." Malcolm scoffed.

"Besides she doesn't have the energy manipulation legacy. At least not yet." Lexa added.

"Maybe we've been thinking about how the cure works all wrong. What if it's not a virus or any kind of disease. What if it goes deeper?" Taylor inquired. "Deeper how?" Malcolm inquired.

"It attacks the very source of legacies,"

"But no one has ever figured out where legacies come from. Believe me, I'm pretty sure if there was one Setrákus Ra would've found it a long time ago and used it against us." Nine firmly reminded.

"What about Phiri Dun-Ra? He found a way to give Mogadorians legacies. She was his prize out of all of them." Lexa inquired.

"Six and Marina remember her fondly." John nodded.

"But she has a point. He did find a way to give Mogadorians legacies." Nine admitted.

"But only because he ripped them out of groups of innocent human Garde. Another one of his awful experiments. None of which can help us right now." Lexa argued.

"Malcolm you were researching to see if legacies were genetic. Could that have something to do with it?" Riley asked.

"That'd be like getting rid of a physical feature. Like curing everyone with red hair to stop them from having naturally red hair. It's nearly impossible. They'd have to locate the specific gene or genes responsible for legacies." Malcolm scoffed.

"Energy manipulation though, blast radius of ten feet would have to be energy manipulation on a much smaller scale than usual." Malcolm walked back over to the board and erased their old evidence.

"Sidney's body has unusually high levels of ATP in it naturally but after say a training session with her energy manipulation legacies it drops significantly. Like after one of her nuclear episodes her ATP levels drop dangerously low." He thought aloud.

"Your point?" Lexa inquired.

"Patience." Malcolm scolded.

"Your DNA holds codes for the production of everything the body needs. Genetic diseases are caused by a malfunction in the DNA coding. This causes the body to for example not produce enough of a certain protein causing things like allergies and such. Riley is on her fourth bowl of pasta because her body is craving ATP and the carbs in that spaghetti are refueling her body because she used it all up. If the cure attacks the gene then it's not telling the body to produce certain proteins needed for the body to handle legacies. So her hiccup in the gym was a legacy that inadvertently burned up all her ATP hence why she was so weak was because her body had so little energy because ATP is the primary source of energy for the body which is why she's consuming so many carbs." Malcolm explained excitedly. He was madly scribbling on the board.

"That actually is the best theory yet. We may crack this yet." Taylor encouraged.

"Our first breakthrough!" Malcolm congratulated. Taylor held out her hand for a high five.

"Riley you are a genius. Thank you so much for reminding me of that." Malcolm thanked.

"Not a problem." She spoke with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Swallow before you talk." Nine scolded.

"Chew then swallow," John added with a grin.

Nine rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Just in case she took you literally. She is yours." John replied.

"Now what is so important you had to come here? This is like the last place you should be right now." Nine questioned.

"You know I love to live on the edge Nine." John teased.

"I believe your wife and Malcolm's daughter in law have both scolded you for such a thing." Nine nodded.

"Well for one the academy still isn't equipped to handle invisible flying men. But I'm here to deliver something for Riley and Taylor." John explained, digging in his pocket for something. He pulled out two loralite pendants. "Part of the first batch, individually tested by yours truly."

"First batch of what?" Riley questioned, grabbing one of the pendants.

"Oh yeah, you haven't been told probably. Your cohorts are working on a way to reunite the refugee camp. This is a little back door they'll be given." John explained.

"These pendants will bring you to our cave. Directly to the meeting chamber. All you gotta do is imagine the Himalayas." John spoke casually and simply.

"Why doesn't my father or the others get one?" Riley inquired.

"Because they already got one way before any of you were a thought." John chuckled.

"Weeks before the academy opened even." Nine smiled.

"You staying the night?" Lexa inquired.

"Nah I gotta go south and make a delivery to Riley's cohorts. Besides, I gotta catch up with BK." John answered.

"Tell Casey I say hi. And tell Sidney I say hi too. Make sure Kat's keeping Casey in line for me." Riley told him.

John gave a hearty laugh. "Is this Casey more than a friend?" John wiggled an eyebrow.

"Get outta here." Riley scoffed.

"Ooh. Should I kiss him for you too?" John teased.

Nine laughed at his friend and his daughter's embarrassment.

"Don't you have a delivery to make?" Riley huffed.

"I see I'm not wanted anymore." John feigned hurt.

"Nice to see ya again Johnny. You gonna sleep with the refugees tonight?" Nine inquired.

"I might actually fly home after my final delivery and sleep through tomorrow. Don't want Marina to worry." John shrugged.

"You do know your not on EG's most wanted list right?" Riley quipped.

"But my children are so they could capture me and use me as bait to lure the twins outta hiding," John remarked.

"Excellent point. Also excellent spaghetti." Riley nodded encouragingly.

"Glad to hear it was good. You ate all of it. Every last noddle." John chuckled.

"Travel safe," Malcolm replied.

"All of you stay safe too. I hope you can crack the cure." John responded. "Oh yeah, we just gotta isolate one gene in the hundreds of millions of genes in the human DNA sequence." Malcolm drawled.

"Sounds like fun. See ya guys." John waved. Then John Smith left them for the night sky.

"I say tomorrow morning we see if Riley can recreate the legacy and study her chemistry to help us figure it out," Taylor suggested.

"Then we're gonna need a lot more pasta." Nine added.

She knew they were going to see if they could replicate what happened yesterday but she didn't expect it to be so early in the morning. But yet here she was in the gym at six a.m. with Malcolm, Lexa, Taylor, and her father. Malcolm had already taken blood samples from her. Not just one though, she wasn't that lucky, four different blood samples and then pricked her finger for a blood sugar test. Then Taylor took her temperature, blood pressure, breathing rate, reflexes, sight, and hearing. Just when she thought they were done with all their pre-trial run testing Malcolm secured dozens of little sensors to her body so they could monitor her vitals during the trial run. Heart rate, breathing rate, blood pressure, core temperature, and vital organ function. This was all before she and her father even started. Taylor made sure the small prick from his needles healed completely before now.

"So how did you do it before?" Nine questioned.

"As I said, I didn't do it intentionally. It just randomly happened. Like something finally clicked into place in me." Riley explained exasperatedly.

"What did you feel right before it happened?" Nine inquired, cracking his neck.

"I don't know how to describe it." Riley rubbed her arm awkwardly.

"Just try. For me. I know you can do this Ri. Lorien doesn't make mistakes." Nine encouraged. Riley could've sworn she heard Lexa comment on that but couldn't make out the words.

"It was like a piece of me was missing and then suddenly that missing piece slid into place and everything sharpened. All my senses became heightened at that moment. Then the air electrified just like it did at the airport. Right before Cecilia started wiping out whole rows of soldiers. And then it just happened. Next thing I knew all the boys were knocked back." Riley stared at the ground, frowning at her green and blue sneakers.

"Okay, that's a start. Can you try and summon that energy again?" Nine suggested, blue eyes full of worry and concern. Riley frowned at her hands.

"I'll try."

She closed her eyes and looked for that sensation again. The electrifying of the air, the crackle of air, anything to help her. Nothing. She had absolutely nothing.

"It's not there." She groaned in frustration. "Maybe it was just a fluke. I can't feel it currently." Her shoulders slumped as she stood there biting her lip.

"It's okay Ri, we'll get there. Just don't give up. I didn't raise a quitter." Nine encouraged.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"Done?" Lexa called down.

"Yep." Nine answered. He started strolling to the stairs.

"That's all? I got up this early for nothing?" Riley demanded.

Nine smiled at her, it was a mischievous grin that should've concerned her but it didn't occur to her to be concerned. That was until the dagger came flying at her. On instinct she held her hand to stop it, forgetting she no longer had telekinesis. She closed her eyes waiting for the searing pain of it meeting her hand, but it never came. She cracked one eye open to see the dagger floating a few feet away. She opened both eyes and stared at it in confusion. That's when it dropped to the ground with a clatter.

"Alright, Bill Nye what's the explanation for that?" Nine called up the stairs.

"One crack leads to more?" Malcolm questioned, voice quivering like he wasn't confident in his answer.

"Two different legacy flares in two days. This just keeps getting more and more interesting." Lexa commented, leaning against the railing with a casual grin.

"Telekinesis is today's choice of legacy, we can still work with that." Nine chuckled.

"Obviously whatever this is it responds to stress and force. So let's use those to our advantage." Malcolm called down.

"You have your ball Ri?" Nine inquired, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Riley produced one green ball covered in bumps from her pocket.

"Let's start simple, produce the spikes." Nine suggested. Riley threw it up on the air and flicked her hand. It floated in midair, metal spikes sticking out of it. She cautiously moved her hand left and the ball went left. She slowly moved her hand right and the ball went right.

"Riley, are you feeling nervous?" Malcolm inquired.

"That is an understatement," Riley answered him.

"Just relax and focus on the ball." Nine gently advised.

Riley flexed her hand and threw it forward. The ball took off towards her father. Never pausing the motion her father sent it right back. She tried to stop it but it just kept coming. With a yelp, she dived to the side, out of its path.

"You okay Ri?" Nine questioned.

"I'm good." Riley shakily answered.

"Riley you gotta relax, all your vitals are spiking." Malcolm informed them. Riley frowned and rubbed her hands together.

"I can't do this! It feels so weird." Riley exclaimed.

"Riley, close your eyes and listen to my voice." Nine calmly suggested.

"Can we just stop?" Riley whined.

"Riley relax. You've been given a second chance, don't waste it." Nine explained.

"Nine, let her go. Riley do you want to take a break? Maybe get something to eat and drink before we continue?" Taylor suggested.

"Yeah, let's do that." Riley agreed, still shaking with worry.

"Come on Ri let's go see what we can steal from the mess hall this early in the morning," Taylor replied, putting an arm around Riley and walking her out.

"Well, I believe that went well." Malcolm sighed, sagging into his chair. Nine trudged up the stairs onto the deck with them.

"You just gotta give her time. She seems very unsure of herself currently." Lexa pointed out.

"Unsure of herself, that is not a trait commonly found in my daughter." Nine sighed.

"Don't worry Nine, let her take a breather. She will pull through this stronger than before. She just has to remember to relax and let her legacies function like a second nature. She's done it before and she can do it again." Lexa reassured.

"Remember Nine, your daughter is tenacious, she never stays down for long." Malcolm smiled.